I Loaded the Healing System

It must be known that the Zhao family is most likely behind Xu Yijing, without considerable weight, and it is difficult to bridge the differences of sects.

Then the problem is coming.

Since Wang Yuqiong and Xu Yijing are old friends, what about Wang Yuqiong and Zhao Qingyu?

Shen An quickly recalled the few short contacts between Wang Yuqiong and Zhao Qingyu in his mind. . .

At first, he thought that Zhao Qingyu was deliberately targeting Wang Yuqiong because of himself.

But combined with this situation, it seems that there is something else hidden.

Moreover, Wang Yuqiong's impression of Zhao Qingyu is also quite bad, with almost no praise.

Although her own explanation is what she heard back. . .

And Shen Lianyao.

Shen Lianyao also warned herself to be careful of Zhao Qingyu.

She is also related to Zhao Qingyu. .

Although the situation is a bit complicated, the more the context is sorted out, the clearer it becomes.

All the situations and interactions I have encountered so far can be said to be based on Xu Yijing and Zhao Qingyu.

The more he thought about it, the more Shen An felt that the plot was about to get on track.

Now there is only one Song Rui left.

Only Song Rui, so far, has not shown any signs of being related to Zhao Qingyu or Xu Yijing.

This silly girl might really be the only innocent outsider.

ha~

Shen An thought of Song Rui for no reason, and then thought of her clumsy and timid appearance, couldn't help but chuckled softly.

But soon, he stopped smiling again, with a serious expression on his face.

He stopped and took out his phone.

Heal the system. .

Zhao Li said that Xu Yijing was ill, but Shen An could not come to a clear conclusion for the time being, even though all kinds of clues were foreshadowing.

As for Wang Yuqiong, she seemed to be really sick.

This is by no means an old problem. How can an old problem be so serious?

The original intention of the healing system is to repair the wounds in the heart of the human heart. Emotional illness also belongs to this category, right?

But why didn't the commission trigger?

Shen An was very puzzled.

Logically speaking, there is no more suitable trigger object than Wang Yuqiong.

Chapter 100: A Born Performer~

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"Does it take this long to get a box?"

Wang Yuqiong leaned on the pillar of the gazebo, she held the mobile phone tightly, looked at Shen An with a little resentment, like a girlfriend inadvertently showing anger when she complained about her boyfriend.

She just silently counted the time it took from Shen An's departure to her return.

5 minutes.

That's less than 200 meters away and it took 5 minutes!

Another way of acting like a baby?

Shen An couldn't help laughing: "Isn't this asking you to rest for a while, lest I disturb you."

With that said, he put the two suitcases next to the pillar and sat down.

Wang Yuqiong raised her slender thighs slightly, and turned to the side, deliberately leaving some space to imply that Shen An could sit closer.

But Shen An was unmoved, and asked with concern: "Is it better?"

"Not good, it's even worse." Wang Yuqiong snorted softly.

"How could it be?" Shen An cautiously reached out and touched her forehead, the temperature had returned to normal.

"It's much better, at least it's not as cold as before."

"Is there? I still feel very cold." Wang Yuqiong hugged her arms and curled up tightly.

Shen An was a little embarrassed: "I'm only wearing a short sleeve, so I can't take it off for you, why don't I go up and get another one?"

Take a fart!

Wang Yuqiong stared at him in embarrassment, pouted her mouth and turned her head, and gently patted the empty space next to her thigh with her small hand.

"Ok?"

Shen An blinked suspiciously.

Wang Yuqiong didn't look at him, but the frequency of slapping her little hands accelerated, as if urging him to sit up quickly.

"Cramp?" Shen An still "doesn't understand", but he didn't let Wang Yuqiong continue to be disappointed.

He slowly took Wang Yuqiong's little hand and rubbed it in his arms.

"It's true that your hands are still a little cold, why don't you go to the school infirmary?"

He gently rubbed her little hand, trying to transfer his heat to her palm.

Although Wang Yuqiong still complained about his incomprehensible style, the warmth from her small palm made her unable to express her complaints.

She thought about it, although he was a little stupid, but being a little bit stupid is not a bad thing.

If it's that smart, maybe it's more troublesome.

What's more, being stupid is stupid, he still does a good job of being considerate, and he is very caring.

After enlightening himself, Wang Yuqiong forgave his clumsiness and appreciated him instead.

"Need not."

She shook her head and said softly, "I'm not sick, it's just that I was a little emotional just now."

"Then why are you so emotional all of a sudden?"

Shen An looked at her curiously: "Do you have any festivals with Senior Sister Xu?"

Wang Yuqiong tilted her head, and the corner of her mouth twitched playfully: "How do you know it's a holiday? Maybe it's because I haven't seen my good friend for a long time, and I'm just excited for a while."

Shen An sneered and said: "Pull it down, you're still excited, I think you're about to pass out from smoking."

Wang Yuqiong smiled and did not deny it.

She raised her head, looked at the clear starry sky, and said softly, "Some things are better if you don't know them, but it's even more difficult if you know them."

Shen An was taken aback, he was about to speak, Wang Yuqiong seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said again: "I don't want to embarrass you."

"Well, I don't want to get involved in the grievances between you women."

Shen An shrugged, indicating that he gave up his willingness to pursue.

Afraid that he would be dissatisfied, Wang Yuqiong said earnestly, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I really can't tell you."

"Ah."

Shen An smiled and nodded: "Don't worry about me, I can tell the seriousness of the matter clearly."

"Although I'm usually careless."

Wang Yuqiong was overjoyed, and raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "It's good that you know."

Shen An lowered his head and focused on rubbing her slender hands.

Generally speaking, tall people have correspondingly slender hands, especially slender fingers.

But whether the hand is good-looking or not depends not only on the length and slenderness, but also on the length of the nails.

Some people like short nails. They think they are short, and they have a sense of beauty.

But Shen An didn't like the short armor. The short armor looked bloated and crowded, as if he was afraid of being crowded.

Therefore, he loves long armor.

Of course, the length of nails here does not refer to whether the nails are long or short, but the length of the nails above the skin, counting from the fingers inward, the farthest end is in the gap between the fingers, and will not overflow half a point.

He especially likes the rectangular nails, which look generous, elegant and solitary. With the slender fingers, every joint to the nails is a kind of charm.

In the same way, the foot armor is the same.

As for Wang Yuqiong, who is about 1.7 meters tall, her fingers are naturally very slender, and her nails also just hit Shen An's aesthetics, they are elegant rectangles.

And it was cut properly, with no extra sharp parts, and it was close to the gap between the fingers. Under the bright moonlight, the whiteness and tenderness of the hand can be seen at a glance, so clear that even the blood vessels can be seen clearly.

She is really fit to be a model.

Whether it is a catwalk model, a leg model, or a hand model, they are all impeccable.

The more he looked at it, the more Shen An liked it.

He couldn't help admiring: "Your hands are beautiful."

A faint shyness appeared on Wang Yuqiong's cheeks, without any resistance or disgust.

So Shen An also kneaded more gently and fit Wang Yuqiong's joint acupuncture points more closely. Occasionally exerting force did not bring pain, but a kind of numbness, and when the numbness dissipated, comfort emerged.

He kneads, Wang Yuqiong just watches.

He lowered his head, covering everything below the bridge of his nose, hiding in the shadows, blurred.

The bright light fell on his forehead, revealing his deep eyes and the undisguised infatuation in them.

She felt that he was very gentle, and the usual playfulness and resentment in the past dissipated at this moment, and all that was imprinted in her heart was the gentleness of him bowing his head and lowering his eyebrows.

But the moonlight was shining, his eyes were gentle, and hers were also gentle.

Wang Yuqiong especially likes such warm moments.